Chapter 40

Tate

“You think Tammy will be alright? I mean she seemed so herself at the ball game?” Lilly asks me as I lay on my bed with my knees bent and lean against my scatter pillows. My favourite is a cream heart one with the words LOVE embroidered on it. Liam gifted me it to me when I was fifteen and we were in New England with our folks on a holiday. It was the perfect time. The water, sailing, eating ice creams and not having a care in the world other than making sure we kept getting our grades. It was a summer of summers. Beautiful weather, our folks made barbeques in the yard of the rental house, a blue one with white window frames. Honestly, it was like a doll’s house it was so pretty.

“I have no idea to be honest, Lilly.” I turn my head to the right so I can look at her as I talk. Lilly is frowning like she’s deep in thought. Her head rests on the footboard of my bed. We’re laying toe-to-toe, her hands are in her lap her thumbs going round in circles. Lilly does this when she’s worri